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Ah, The Fall of the House of Usher! If there ever was a Netflix series that gave a crash course on falling – and I mean that literally and figuratively – this would be it. As we tiptoe cautiously through each episode, we find ourselves dodging body parts, existential threats, and the ever-looming question – who bites the dust next?
First off, let's talk about the Usher patriarch, Roderick (Bruce Greenwood). This chap sells his soul, along with his bloodline for a shiny future, then acts shocked when the due date arrives. Imagine betting your kid's pocket money on a risky poker game and then acting surprised when they can't buy lunch. "Oh dear, how did that happen?" We're not laughing with you, Roderick; we're laughing AT you.
One by one, Roderick's offspring experiences gruesome ends, starting with Prospero (Sauriyan Sapkota). Poor Prospero believes himself a party planner par excellence until his kinky soiree converts into a horror movie. Let's just say that an acid shower isn't as refreshing as it sounds.
Next up, we say goodbye to Camille (Kate Siegel), a probing corporate Joan of Arc who rushes into dark labs and, to her shock, is dispatched off by a malicious monkey. A simian in security, really? The show creators surely went bananas with that one.
Napoleon (Rahul Kohli), meanwhile, learns the dire consequences of cat hate, personified in an ominous black cat that leads him, Edgar Allan Poe style, to his untimely demise. Who knew kitty-littering would be this bloody?
Then, we have Victorine (T'Nia Miller); mad, bad scientist and stabber par excellence who not only offs herself but also her lover in a rather dramatic fashion. Victorine, darling, didn't anyone ever tell you not to mix business and pleasure?
Our next fallen Usher, Tamerlane (Samantha Sloyan), succumbs to paranoiac delusions conjured by her own warped mind. A tip, folks – playing "spot the secret lover" in your house can be fatally dangerous, especially if mirrors are involved.
Now, let's talk about our privileged Frederick (Henry Thomas). The poor chap snorts the wrong powder and finds himself paralyzed on the floor of a demolition site. That's definitely not the high he had in mind. Cue the swinging pendulum, slashing away at his heap of troubles.
Finally, we're left with the last three Ushers; Lenore, Madeline, and Roderick. Lenore gets off ‘easy’ (if one can call being put to sleep easy) while Roderick decides to put that nasty pharmaceutical drug he's been peddling to a more personal use. His victim? His very own sister, Madeline. But Madeline is no Cinderella, folks. She comes back for revenge, lunging at Roderick in a bloody spectacle you wouldn’t want to miss. As their home collapses, we wonder: if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Just kidding!
With all the dark humor, gory twists, and Edgar Allan Poe nods, The Fall of the House of Usher proves it’s more than a ‘gloom and ghost’ saga. It delivers a blend of eccentric deaths and witty story-telling that would make even Poe giggle in his grave. So, get your popcorn, brace for backward shock and laughter, urging on more Usher obliteration!
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